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The story of my life
PoetryOnce every day not on a week day I get out of bed then eat and brush my teeth next I go down stairs and feed my cats then I'm out the door "oh no" I Don't have my key so when I left I went to Bryce toomires house man talking about wild gosh so 3...
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